Never My Thirst by Alessia Verdi
Is pure evil sufficient to explain murder? Or does there always have to be something more?
George Luker murdered seven women. He bled them to death then drank their blood. Ten years ago he was committed for life to a psychiatric prison. He has never spoken.
Rachel Westlake, slowly recovering from a catastrophic nervous breakdown, is hiding away in her old home town writing simple pieces for the local paper. Until she agrees to write an article about the Broxham Bloodsucker.
Luker reads it. He asks to meet the writer. Suddenly he is ready to talk.
He tells her he is not an evil man. He tells her he is cursed, a vampire doomed to an endless life without love but an uncontrollable lust for blood. She does not believe him.
The mind reading is just a trick. The erotic dreams mean nothing. Luker is gorgeous but he is a crazy serial killer. The evidence is clear -- or is it?
Rachel is determined to find the truth. She just may not be strong enough to handle it.
- Classification: Moderate
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- First submitted Jan. 26, 2010
- Last updated Jan. 26, 2010
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